Hot diggity shit, that is a baller cookie

Societies at my university are doing food bank drives. Italians are singing on their balconies and cheering health workers that go by. My university originally wasn’t going to close so lecturers took matters into their own hands and cancelled their classes, and now the university IS closing. When the government response isn’t strong enough, people are cancelling mass gatherings themselves and isolating to limit the spread. One of my friends is streaming to her self-isolating friends. My mum is going back to work tomorrow in an NHS reception. The Australian Grand Prix got cancelled and now 10,000+ people are watching an esports game version of the race on Twitch and making memes about it. All over the world, people are trying to cheer each other up.

My biggest problem with apocalypse movies, with zombie tv shows, has always been the way it portrays a world post-disaster. When humans were living in caves and hunting for survival, they drew art on the walls and told stories that were passed down in oral tradition. When London closed for the plagues, theater troupes would go around the country performing for the smaller villages instead. The human drive to create, to entertain, to adventure, to see and do new things, has always been and will always be unmoved by a crisis. 

So yes people are panic buying, yes employers and governments are being selfish and cruel. But more than ever this has highlighted that, that is not what humans are. It’s something we’re pushed to be by this society, actual cruelty is an outlier.

Five minutes later I heard his Code Red Alert Bark and went looking for him, expecting to see something like a deer crossing the road and Pan yelling at him like a school crossing guard, but actually I found a bunch of cows setting up camp in my other pasture, on the other side of the road. Their owner was still there, holding the gate open and letting the last cows in, and when he saw me he claimed that he didn’t know this pasture belonged to someone. I am fairly sure that he just hoped I wouldn’t notice and his cows would get to eat for free for a while, but w/e, I told him this was my land and he rounded up his cows and left. The best thing was how these cow shenanigans clearly made Pandolf feel very useful—usually his alert barks alert me to the threatening presence of, say, a badger, and I’m like “thank you for warning me about this infraction but I will not be pursuing the matter further” and he is disappointed, but this time he could tell that the thing he had warned me about was important indeed and he sat there by the road watching the cows walk away with a look of deep satisfaction, like “That’s right. An actual threat. Thwarted by me, Pandolf.” He is only 6 months-old but he is so invested in his job and it’s really precious.

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